A pleasant early spring Friday afternoon at the Mexican restaurant with my mostly retired schoolteacher friends. Two-for-one cold beer, chips and five kinds of salsa, large platters of appetizers. Confessions of our early mothering, a few laughs over the grandiose plans of others we once had, struggles with the bureaucracy of Medicare. A former student, now lawyer, sits at a nearby table. The dining room fills with college students in shorts and sundresses. Later in the parking lot we share a couple last jokes, future plans, and tomato plants from the back of Grace’s van.
In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. Khalil Gibran
Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow ripening fruit. Aristotle
Friendship marks a life even more deeply than love. Love risks degenerating into obsession, friendship is never anything but sharing. Elie Wiesel